o gentlemen

swallow your prayers

because the wind makes a mockery of men

your soul becomes a fish

you swim in idle waters and drink other fishes piss

your soul feeds on fish

on piss, puss and men

who in turn, become as you have become,

a fish

no, not even that, but a symbol of a fish

hooked by the baby flesh of maggots

a ripple of life in tin

this tin could become your world too

so choose between this and water

choose between tin and piss

do you still feel thirsty now

are you thirsty now

are you thirsty now

do you still feel

thirsty

thirsty now